Chapter Eighty-Seven: Red Embroidery Moves, Long Pile Buckets, Old People
Although the Wang Qi family has not entered the innate and cannot intuitively perceive the breath of others, the master of the inner family of the Great Perfection of Internal Qi can know a thing or two from other people's moves, so he said so.
Wang Chengfeng was quite surprised when he heard this, he also noticed Wang Zongyun who was the leader on the field just now, and was surprised that the other party was very stable, but he didn't expect that the other party might be a member of the family.
He looked at Wang Zongyun, who was proud of the spring breeze on the field and chuckled lightly, and then looked up at the red embroidery in the center, a flash of divine light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.
He is sven in terms of feelings, but he does have thoughts about red embroidery, but he just feels that it is a little uninteresting to rob it with ordinary people.
He has his own solitary height of Confucian scholars.
Just in time, here's your chance!
"Then I'll go up and give it a try. ”
Wang Chengfeng chuckled, and his body burrowed into the crowded crowd like a dragon swimming into the water, without the slightest hindrance.
The crowd is still hot, and the game has entered a white heat, and the most eye-catching focus is Wang Zongyun.
has been leading, but no one can help him.
Seeing that Wang Zongyun was about to enter the wooden stake with red embroidery hanging in the center, the screams of the crowd were louder and louder.
Off the field, the smile on the eldest lady Wang Lingxiang's face couldn't be dissolved, she had already expected that Brother Zongyun took off the red embroidery for herself, and everyone looked envious and jealous.
At this moment, a man in white suddenly rushed out of the crowd, jumped up, stepped on a wooden stake and climbed the wooden stake forest.
I saw Wang Chengfeng's feet moving, and the wooden stakes, which were very difficult for others to climb, were like walking on the ground under his feet.
Step on the foot, one after another, like stepping on the steps, the posture is indescribably chic, and quickly approaches Wang Zongyun's place.
The crowd let out an exclamation, their mouths slightly open in unison, their eyes shining.
Because of the other party's set of actions, he is too elegant and handsome, like a martial arts master on TV.
And this person is also very handsome, revealing an elegant temperament, with this action, it simply flirts with a group of girls.
"Damn, who is this person, the action is so cool. ”
"It's so handsome. ”
"This event is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. ”
The boy's exclamation, the girl's scream, and the focus of the crowd shifted to Wang Chengfeng, who suddenly appeared and amazed everyone.
In the crowd, Jiang Xiaobai looked slightly stunned, and then a little smile curled into the corner of his eyes.
He naturally remembered Wang Chengfeng, the lantern stall owner of the Lantern Festival, who left an impression on him by letting the oily skin recite the righteous song, he felt that this person was a little extraordinary, but he had no heart and eyes, and he couldn't detect the details of the other party.
Unexpectedly, this person is also a member of the inner family, and he has internal energy.
Jiang Xiaobai was surprised, but his mood was not turbulent, and he guessed in his heart that this might be the first sign of the revival of aura and the world of great contention.
I didn't expect this temple fair, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, but there was an unexpected gain, it was really more and more interesting!
His eyes lit up slightly, holding the little girl, and looking at the situation on the stage with a smile.
In the middle of the stake forest, Wang Zongyun looked at Wang Chengfeng, who appeared in amazement, and his eyes narrowed.
Wang Chengfeng's ease of stepping on the steps surprised him, where did this person come from?
He didn't expect that the other party was also an inner family cultivator.
At this time, Wang Chengfeng took a few steps and quickly approached Wang Zongyun, with a faint smile on his face, which made Wang Zongyun squint his eyebrows and feel unhappy.
A sneer appeared on his face, and when the other party was about to step on a nearby stake, he stretched his foot towards the stake.
He didn't use lewd moves, he just took a stake, and Wang Zongyun felt that he used lewd moves like everyone else, which was too much of his worth.
His mentality at this time was still a little contemptuous, and he didn't think that anyone who came had anything, just that someone else might have played a similar game, just an ordinary person.
However, his color changed in the next second.
Seeing him like this, Wang Chengfeng chuckled lightly on his face, moved one foot on the stake, twisted his calf, and hit his calf.
Wang Zongyun despised Wang Chengfeng, and his calves were suddenly forced, and his steps slipped.
Fortunately, his quick reaction allowed him to split the horse and quickly get up and return to the stake he had been before.
Then, without waiting for him to react, Wang Chengfeng's footsteps attacked the stake he occupied.
So, the two fought with each other's feet, twisted and stepped on each other on the stake, and grabbed the territory.
During the battle between the two, Wang Zongyun's face became more and more shocked, but Wang Chengfeng always had a faint smile.
Wang Zongyun was shocked that the person who came turned out to be a master of the inner family, and he quickly changed from the initial surprise to solemnity.
Unconsciously, the competition between the two became more and more intense.
Surrounding a wooden stake, they did not give in to each other, first scuffling on the stake, and then meeting each other in the air.
The onlookers who watched this time opened their mouths slightly, their voices gradually became smaller, and their eyes were completely attracted by the two people on the field.
The "pile grabbing" between the two in this event is the same as the competition on the wooden stake on TV, and the scene is very visual.
"Nima, could it be that these two people are legendary martial arts masters?"
Many people can't help but have this thought in their hearts, and their eyes are bubbling with excitement.
The girls among them are even more eye-catching.
What a star, a macho man, judging from the competition between the two on the field at this time, they are all weak.
Just when everyone was enjoying it, the winner was suddenly divided on the field.
The two of them seemed to be on equal footing, but suddenly, Wang Zongyun felt a strong attack on his calf, and then he couldn't control his body and fell.
Everyone exclaimed, feeling sorry for it, because they hadn't seen it yet.
"Concession. ”
Wang Chengfeng looked at Wang Zongyun, who fell down with a gray face, and bowed his hand slightly, and smiled faintly.
Although Wang Zongyun has the city government in his heart, he didn't expect to fall down like this, especially the other party's smile that has always been light and breezy, which is quite unpleasant.
He is not stupid, the other party didn't do his best just now, thinking about it like this, the other party has the same taste of playing with him as he does to others.
So, he snorted coldly and walked off the field.
Outside the field, the eldest lady Wang Lingxiang saw that Wang Zongyun was defeated by a strange man, and her charming face suddenly became extremely ugly.
More than ten meters away, a tea stall, an old man in Tang costume looked at the direction of the red embroidery pile, his eyes flashed, and a few traces of interest flashed in the corners of his eyes.
He was indeed a little disappointed in the failure of his protégé, but he was more interested in Wang Chengfeng's appearance, and he didn't expect that other insiders would appear here.
For a moment, Wang Dao took a sip of tea, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
..............
The red fire temple fair, the shadows of the people.
A woman dressed in ancient costume and white appeared in the crowd.
In the flow of people, there are people wearing all kinds of clothes, and women's clothes don't make people feel so unusual.
The only thing that made passers-by look sideways was that the woman in white was so beautiful.
The woman in white shuttled through the lively acrobatic slap, with a smile on her face, and seemed to be a little happy.
Because she could find some familiar shadows in her memory.
Then, she saw a red hydrangea hanging high dozens of meters away.
The woman in white's eyes lit up and went over there.
(Talented people work hard and humbly absorb suggestions from all sides.) )